Artist: Willie D f/ DJ Ready Red (Geto Boys) Album: Controversy Song: 5th Ward Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [DJ Ready Red] Yo Will, the word out in the street, man You're high-capping now, since you got your new album coming out [Willie D] Ain't that a bitch? You know goddamn well I'm on that other level [Verse One: Willie D] When I left my neighborhood, to make this big break I promised my road dogs, that I'd dedicate A super jam to the hood, that's sharp as a sickle So here it is, 5th Ward, better known as the Nickel Everybody know my hood, they say it's no good But they don't talk that shit in my neck of the woods We ain't got the homes and fancy rides So the only thing we have to fight for is our pride Washington Armstrong, May Wessels and Williams Robinson and Thomas Tobes, we're all be chilling But when a sucker starts illing, the chilling disrupts And like Kim Rhodes we tear their ass up, in the Ward! [Chorus: DJ Ready Red scratching Excerpts below] Don't don't don't FUCK WITH ME! ------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana Fifth Fifth Fifth Ward! --------> Prince Johnny C Make a move and you're dead --------> Prince Johnny C Don't don't don't FUCK WITH ME! ------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana Fifth Fifth Fifth Ward! --------> Prince Johnny C I'm down with J.. Fifth Fifth Fifth Ward! --------> Prince Johnny C Make a move and you're dead --------> Prince Johnny C [Verse Two: Willie D] Crack is sold on the main road to brothers that bold The police come around but they ain't got no control You can get an ounce, in Powder's Coffee And you can buy pussy 24-hours a day Whores track you down as you cruise the streets Jump in a car with any motherfucking body than me Before you can make it to the block and stop Dead sure your ass licking nuts and sucking cock for a rock They don't give a damn who you are in society As long as you got the damn money Watch your back, stash your crack because you might get jacked We got some vicious bitches trained to attack You keep away from The Ward [Willie D] Yo Ready Red, why don't you tell these soft-hearted, fake-ass Dookie in the bootied-peanut patted face, whore-ass motherfuckers What Fifth Ward is boy Hard, Hard, Hard, Hard, as hell Hard, Hard, Hard, Hard... ----> LL Cool J [Willie D] Aiy child, where your little punk-ass brother at? [DJ Ready Red] Oh! nigga, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about The last time I've seen your punk-ass brother; He was playing with a motherfucking G-I Joe. [Willie D] Wait a minute motherfucker, let me tell your black-ass something. [Verse Three: Willie D] My little brother threw away his G-I Joe He don't pack a launch kiddy, he pack a forty four He says the steel ain't his meal, he only use it with Jones But every time he comes home, he has a different Dookie on Maybe I've influenced him, some say I've ruined him But they ain't never been in my shoes So yo, Fuck them, cause I'm pushing pussies down the city hog I blame them, should hang them for all this damn term on They got the power to reconstruct, but don't give a fuck About the ones who are stuck, my zipper is down cause they suck I've voted and voted to do a way with the negligence I ain't going no war for the shit talking president The demon is scheming, but his masses glad My people is crying and dying while he sits on his regal-ass Laugh motherfucker but your dentures are fraud Cause see, you're gonna get yours if you ever come to The Ward [Break: DJ Ready Red] Yo D man, what's with these stupid motherfuckers? Talking about what hood they're from and shit Calling us Meat-heads, ain't that hurts? Fifth Ward don't produce no motherfucking nerds Man, what I want you to do for me, man Is talk about these bitch-ass motherfuckers, spitting louder of nothing Man, put these motherfuckers on the spot Because this goddamn shit has got to stop [Verse Four: Willie D] Keeping them honors, Jessy Thomas don't you worry I promise They say we're Meat-heads, I guess that makes their vaginas They can't get honor, that's just that high-capping shear They come with shotguns, ?? got them because they think I'm from here They fear incarceration, not because of freedom But how do the penitentiary pimps, are gonna greet them Walk around the free world, with the guns they can ?? Behind the walls they loose the balls, and also the ass I know you're type that like to fight, but don't walk alone Always running with a thousand motherfucking morons Ready Red gotta come for you (It ain't enough for you) I'll tell you what do, you better not come to the Ward! [Break: Willie D] That's right motherfuckers! You come for the Ward, you can't help but being hard So don't be taking your stupid-ass down here Thinking you're gonna run something with that whore shit Cause we'll fuck around and be shipping your ass back To your freak-dog baldheaded-ass mama Keep away from the Ward! [Chorus] (*Gun Shots*)